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Feb. 12th, 2020 10:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sunbaked_bakerThere are warm, cozy baking smells wafting from the kitchens today, to combat the unrelentingly leaden grey skies and the cold drizzle of rain outside. Trays of cinnamon rolls the size of human skulls and assorted other bits of baked deliciousness are cooling on wire racks on the kitchen counters, while pies bake promisingly in the ovens.
The baker herself had settled at the kitchen table with the intention of writing out some of her recipes, which normally only live within her own head.
The warmth, the comforting smells, and the quiet had soon gotten to her, however. It has been a harrowing few weeks with little peace and less sleep to sustain her, and winter has never been her best season, for good reason.
Sunshine dozes gently in the quiet of the kitchen, a refuge of gathered warmth and light in a cold and dark season, her head resting on her folded arms on the table.
The baker herself had settled at the kitchen table with the intention of writing out some of her recipes, which normally only live within her own head.
The warmth, the comforting smells, and the quiet had soon gotten to her, however. It has been a harrowing few weeks with little peace and less sleep to sustain her, and winter has never been her best season, for good reason.
Sunshine dozes gently in the quiet of the kitchen, a refuge of gathered warmth and light in a cold and dark season, her head resting on her folded arms on the table.
